It's weekend! And I'm feeling really great today!So there is not one word, there are (oh, can you here the drum roll?).....Three words for day three!
And here they are: beautiful,wonderful,magical 💞
okay here it is.
Harry snuck into the auditorium after the lights have already gone down, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realized the concert hadn’t quite started yet, even though the children were already lined up on the risers on stage. He slotted himself in with the other latecomers standing along the back wall, unwinding his scarf from around his neck and letting his i’m-gonna-be-so-fucking-late adrenaline drain out of his body.
“Don’t worry,” the man to his left whispered, his eyes crinkling up at the corners when Harry turned his head, “you’re basically right on time.” The man nodded toward the choir director up on stage. “Mr. Janis always likes to give a very thorough introduction to the year’s music.”
Harry huffed out a soft laugh, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overcoat and trying not to sneak another sideways glance. The man next to him was attractive – very attractive – his flawless cheekbones thrown into sharp relief by the light leaking in from the hall.
He’s probably a parent. A very married parent. Harry chastised himself, balling up his fists inside his pockets and making sure to pick out his niece, Evelyn, from amongst the sea of faces before the singing began.
“Our journey this year has been…” Mr. Janis paused, placing a hand over his heart as though overcome by some serious emotion, “beautiful… magical… wonderful…”
Harry smiled at the ground when he heard the man next to him snort and then whisper the next few words along with the choir director, mimicking the sweeping arm motion that accompanied them. “And we’re so glad to get you share it with all of you…”
Cheekbones kept Harry entertained for most the concert, making very quiet, but snarky asides about Mr. Janis and his entirely too predictable program choices – “he alllllways does carol of the bells” – and biased solo distribution system – “oh wow, another one of the good-looking teens, who could have predicted!”. What got Harry the most, though, were the sheepish half-smiles they shared when they made eye contact during the gorgeous, multi-layered arrangement of Silent Night and realized they were both teared up.
Harry’s heart flipped over in his chest when the lights came on after the final bows, and it turn out Mr. Attractive was even more attractive than he’d even realized, his bright blue eyes smiling up at Harry as people filed out of the auditorium around them.
“I’m Louis,” he said, extending a hand.
Harry swallowed and took it, hoping his palm wasn’t too sweaty. “Harry.”
“You got a kid up there?” Louis asked.
“Yeah – sort of. I mean, well, no – yes,“ Harry blushed, watching Louis’s eyes crinkle up again, amusement clear on his beautiful face. “A niece,” he coughed into hand, “my niece.”
Louis smiled. “What a good uncle.”
Harry shrugged, rolling his eyes at himself. “Barely made it on time. “
“But you made it…” Louis pointed out, still smiling.
They stood together in silence for a few beats, and Harry’s heartbeat accelerated every time Louis shifted his weight.
He’s gonna leave. You are too awkward. He’s gonna leave! Harry’s mind was going a mile a minute, but he couldn’t seem to find a single thing to say. Questions. Questions. Ask him questions.
“Why are you here?” he demanded, his eyes going wide with horror as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
Louis just burst out laughing, putting a comforting hand on Harry’s forearm in response. “I work here,” he said, his smile turning into a grin, “and I went here. And my siblings go here.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I practically live here. That’s why I’m here.”
“Oh,” Harry said, “Okay.”
“Yeah,” Louis said, laughing, his body was curved toward Harry’s in open flirtation. “You wanna get some punch before the kids come out and drink it all?”
Harry nodded, flushing like he’d just been asked on a date. It really felt like he’d been asked on a date.
“Great,” Louis beamed, like Harry had just agreed to one.
They kept sneaking glances at each other as they wended their way through the crowd, and Harry only came back down to Earth when they got to the refreshments table and he remembered why his sister hadn’t already accosted him. She was serving punch.
“Well, well, well,” Gemma said, her eyes sparkling and flicking back and forth between Harry and Louis. “I see you met Mr. Tomlinson.”
“Yep,” Louis said, proudly, “Yes, he did!”